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A little trip
In the abysses of your eyes
Launching myself
To take a little trip and realize
Trying to make sense.
I will probably find colours and
Infinite kindness,
Delicate magic imaginary hand
Giving soft caresses.
Or will it be a chaotic symphony
Precious music
Sweet anarchy you make pretty,
Beautiful archaic.
After all maybe it’s better not to.
Graciou...
Sunday 7th April 2024 1:13 pm
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